This poem was written for Cody and I.  It was read to us the night of the event, by Brenda Smith (she was the only one that could have held the emotions in)  My dear sweet Aunt/Cousin had it written for us by a friend, just by someone reading my jumbling of words from this blog.

A Softer Way To Land

In a spinning rush of swirling air

A free-fall; building speed.

Suddenly the world goes quiet-

At the point of greatest need.

Looking up there is a parachute-

A softer way to land,

And he rides the gentle wind to earth

On its freely offered hand.

Many days have passed uncertainly

Too many nights in sleepless fear-

But when darkness seemed to smother,

Friends arrived- the way to clear.

A Dentist with a loving hand –

To ease a crushing weight,

And family who could take the kids –

And not even hesitate.

When health can be elusive,

And the patience starts to thin-

A loving wife with quiet strength

Has been there to pull him in.

Waiting fills their waking hours –

And like a thief it steals their sleep,

And yet with tender mercy –

A host of hands, their vigil keep.

Now the wait for Cody’s lifeline

May seem much too hard to bear –

And to those who may stand watching,

The path he walks may not seem fair.

Yet he and Amy know a secret,

That not all are blessed to know;

That the hands of love extended,

Only cause their faith to grow.

Now the parachute will carry them,

And lead them gently to the ground-

To wrap them warmly in the miracle

Where love and hope is always found.

–Vicki B Wright

*May 31, 2011